A Royal Spar

[Teenwrestler]

It seemed as if both of them were just getting their feet off the ground, still indulging in the niceties of the spar as none of the two exerted too much pressure nor seemed too much focused in the spar, Eileen less so than Daisuke. Still, it was a battle to settle who the true wrestling royalty is and Eileen would play her game slow, wanting Daisuke to take charge and tire him out it so seemed. Daisuke walked up to the confident female wrestler, Eileen braced for the staredown and as Daisuke approached her, she would lean in too and the two pressed together as their faces touched and the battle for supremacy continued in their staredown....until Daisuke laid the challenge.

Eileen would step back and flex his arms, showing off her impressive figure- toned but not muscular as she seemed to mock the idea. "
I do in fact think that. All you female wrestler's have the same move set- if it's not the smother, it's the grapevine. You cant wrestle for real so you need to use your breasts to smother the competition out." he would say, grinning while rolling his shoulders, "So then....what say you?
DO you accept?"he would say, waiting for his queen to answer the prince.

[Devilish53]

Her finger raised in tandem with Daisuke's raising of arms, Eileen pressed said finger to the collarbone of the Wrestling Prince, seemingly to test the density and muscle of the figure she'd soon be trying to outlast. Evidently from her look, raising her finger as if it was now coated in dust, wiping it off on the rest of her hand, she was not impressed.

"I see...anymore I should take note of..? Not for my repertoire mind...for your list of fetishs'..." Winking as Eileen turned her figure, as ever failing to take the Wrestling Prince seriously, Eileen opted to look off into the distance seemingly for something of interest. "Anymore you hope I don't use? Hmm?" Turning her figure back to meet the Prince aptly, Eileen soon raised her arms, not to copy the flex, but to latch them to Daisuke's shoulders. The Wrestling Prince wasn't that much bigger than Eileen in terms of height, but whatever the distance he did have obviously still needed to be adjusted for for the smother in question. Given she was clearly preparing to correct the height and force her male foe down, she didn't exactly feel a direct acceptance of the challenge posed by Daisuke verbally was even needed. She certainly wasn't intending to shove her male rival head first into her breasts and then decline, after all.

"You are a dirty man Daisuke Takeuchi...a dirty man..."

[Teenwrestler]

The wrestling prince was never scared to speak his mind about his fellow peers, especially when it came to his female opponents. In his matches, he did notice a trend of his female advisories using their assets to gain an unfair advantage and Eileen was probably no exception. Calling her out for her tactics, he issued his little private challenge to her, one that he didn't think she would accept for the facade as queen she maintains. She would place her finger and place it around his collarbone, feeling his muscles out before pulling away and dusting her finger off- not impressed.

Daisuke would smirk, still standing still and maintained his posture. "Oh it is no fetish of mine to speak the truth. If its not breast smother, it's a butt smother, if not that- then a scissor or a grapevine, what else do you filthy female wrestlers know?" he stated, by now she had already turned around, giving him a good view of that perfect round butt of hers, clad in that thong. It was a game of chess indeed and both calculated each others move, Daisuke would not dare move an inch as he stood where he was waiting for her response. Soon, she would turn back to face him, grabbing his shoulders with both of her arms and pulled him down slightly, he knew what was next and started to get ready, rolling his shoulders a bit, stretching his neck and controlled his breathing.

I'm ready..." he whispered, looking up into her eyes one last time before what was coming next.

[Devilish53]

Briefly playing the part of innocent, if sarcastic schoolgirl, Eileen released her right for but a moment to press a finger to her lips, eyes wide and twinkling as she played innocent. "Plenty of moves. But now I know your favourite..." Resuming with her grip upon Daisuke's head, Eileen didn't relent with her modest strength. Pulling Daisuke straight forward, her own legs forced into the smallest of stumbles with how hard she forced the Wrestling Prince to hit her, all of Daisuke's vision now would be covered with breast. As of course, was his nose and mouth.

"I'm sure you can manage five minut...nay...an hour...face first in there, but I assure you, I won't be letting you last even two..." Pulling now towards herself with great pressure, Eileen now braced her figure; legs wide and back as she puffed out her torso, ensuring that her great assets were even more amplified by such. With her fingers locked behind the skull of Daisuke's head, arms closed together around the sides of his head to ensure escape was not so easy as pulling down, Eileen simply let out a lengthy gasp. Evidently, she did not have any fear over the prince escaping.

[Teenwrestler]

Daisuke knew he was in the challenge of his life as Eileen looked at him with her not so innocent eyes, despite acting like it. Her finger went up to her lip and she attempted to pass off as cute but Daisuke knew better. Soon, her arms would go around his head once more, reaffirming her grip around his head to pull on his head tightly as his face SMACKED against her voluptuous breasts with fierce intensity which even shook Eileen back slightly. It was on now, Daisuke was trapped in the breast smother! He felt her arms secure themselves from around the back of his head, her grip was tight and he knew it was going to be an uphill task to get out of this suffocating situation.

The scent of beauty filled his nostrils, she smelled amazing despite the suffocating feeling of not even a single hint of air passing through his lungs. Her soft skin pressed against his face was memorizing but the desperate lack of oxygen was a problem. "MMFFFNNN!! MMNGGHH"he mumbled, fanatically squirming against her. Daisuke immediately went for her hair, yanking it downwards once and then twice, before bringing his palms and pressing it against her shoulders, trying to push back in an attempt to get some separation.

[Devilish53]

Confident as ever, somewhat deservedly so given Daisuke was locked in a move Eileen had rarely rewarded her opponents with, Eileen would find the first signs of resistance forced upon her lengthy red locks. Baring her teeth, snarling a moment as her eyes watered just slightly from the pain of her scalp being yanked, the redhead soon adjusted. Given that Daisuke was evidently trying to force the redhead to bend backwards, as to allow his head upwards for that precious air, Eileen both shoved on Daisuke's head in a downwards direction and pressed upwards, via both an extending of her toes and a straightening up of her frame.

Now, it would not matter if Eileen's torso was arching, as if it did, she'd simply be shoving her breasts further against Daisuke's head!

[Teenwrestler]

Never has there been a more fitting submission move to exemplify the beauty of both pain and pleasure than the breast smother. Daisuke's face was pressed against the Queen's breast yet he was suffocating. His warm breath blew against her ample bosom as he struggled to get free. His first tactic was a simple diversion by pulling her hair back twice to bend her back before attempting to push her back and trying to create some space. Eileen was aware of this, she would allow Daisuke's head to be raised slightly as he took a deep breath but soon found himself yanked down and trapped in the smother, Eileen shoved Daisuke's head in a downwards direction and pressed upwards to really trap him.

Daisuke mumbled and groaned, fanatically flailing his arms around a bit and wriggled against her. Soon, Daisuke would opt to wrap his arms around Eileen and give her a hard squeeze, looking to tire her out first before he could attempt another escape.

[Devilish53]

With the pressure on Eileen, but now on her spine instead of her scalp, the redhead shot out words of fury.

"Learn...YOUR...PLACE..!" She'd roar, evidently frustrated both by the fact Daisuke was returning a touch of the agony, and evidently not settling into his new found home in her bust. Knowing that outright resistance against the hug was impossible; at least, if she wanted to keep the smother locked in, Eileen would seek for yet another adjustment to her hold before trying to discourage Daisuke's. Hooking a leg in between Daisuke's own, with her other going on the outside, Eileen would seek to firmly albeit not painfully scissor the thigh of her male foe. Causing leg ache was not at all the intention of the move however, just the position it now granted her.

Namely, the fact that with her entire frame pressing to the Wrestling Prince's own, she could loosen her right arm with her smother barely being affected.

"Enough...of your lacklustre...escape...!" Bringing that now free arm down to the arms that bound her, knowing to go straight for a vulnerable finger rather than simply push strength against strength, Eileen bared her teeth as her frame began to sweat. The two had only been pressed together for a few seconds, but already Eileen was beginning to turn a shade red from exertion!

[Teenwrestler]

The more he stayed trapped in the smother and attempted aggressive counters that would fail in his escape, the more he felt his body getting weaker due to the stamina he was wasting in his aggressive counters. Daisuke still found himself trapped in Eileen's chest, his breathing getting heavier and she probably felt his warm breath and sweaty face against her perfect breasts.

She roared and Daisuke mumbled in her chest, "MMNFFFFFNEVERMNGGHH"he said, tightening the hug, hoping she would let go before he would have to. However, she was more clever than that- recognizing her advantage, Eileen would move her legs to wrap them around Daisuke's leg, constricting his thigh to keep him in place and more importantly keep their bodies pressed together tightly. He felt one of her arm loosen up from his head but due to the proximity of their bodies, his face was still buried in her bust. He tried to push back but with her so close and his legs trapped, there wasn't much room to separate.

He felt his finger being stretched and after a while he decided to break the bearhug altogether, his hands going down to her butt, grabbing her thong bottoms and pulling on them to give her a wedgie of somesorts, desperate to breathe now.

[Devilish53]

With her hand following Daisuke's own, breathing a shade easier as that hug was released, Eileen would find her eyes clenching shut as she released a uncharacteristically high yelp, most certainly from the tight pain now in her rear!

"YOU..DIRTY LITTLE..GHH..!" Again trying to pry a finger, less effective this time given only one hand of Daisuke's was needed to pull on Eileen's attire, the redhead's cheeks would begin to match her hair in both frustration and sharp pain. Jostling her figure, praying that the smother was locked tight enough and on long enough to start badly depriving the Wrestling Prince of air, Eileen attempted to shimmy her frame up her male opponents own; her locked legs moving up Daisuke's clenched thigh, until she was somewhat sat on it. The adjustment didn't do much save for take Eileen's feet mostly off the ground, but given her attire was being pulled up, it felt only natural to move in that direction!